Redhawk Caldera serpens

It is, she could only agree upon swallowing.

The next words out of Trailhawk’s mouth were not surprising, though still pleasing. She wanted to do more than just stick around. She used the word “involved” and Towhee could only bob her head in approval.

I usually would’ve asked you this before now, she said, trying not to beat herself up about it, but how are you with kids? We have Mal’s two little ones, then there’s Delos. She paused. They’re going to need teachers. It doesn’t have to be anything formal, but if there’s something you’re good at, I’d ask you to teach them. What’re you good at, Trailhawk? And/or what do you enjoy doing?

This was another thing they would’ve covered during a proper recruitment spiel: Trailhawk’s skills. Towhee sucked in a breath, trying to ignore the lick of guilt and instead indulge her curiosity. The resident had nothing to prove to her; she’d already shown her worth. But what tickled her fancy? Hunting? Guarding? Healing? Something else?